There is so much sorrow in the world today I wish I could make it all go away But whatever happens I'll still be me I'll never lose to your insanity I try so hard to compete with the best But I end up failing like all the rest The time has come when I've mastered the game Now you will disappear with my shame Never took failure instride It kept eating you up inside Blame me for all of your problems and pain But all along it was you who was insane Sold my soul to be the best Now I've beaten all the rest I have got to get this off my chest Now you're only second best Second best only to one Pull the trigger, loaded gun Sold your soul,now no more Now you are the devil's whoreBirth sign: Aries
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